My kisses burn blisters on skin
(They're only good for cauterising gashes,
binding scratches, adhering wounds)
Now, I love you - and I always will
I would kiss every part of your face
If my lips wouldn't burn it all
I'm so sorry it stings when our eyes lock
I want to stare, you want to scream
I feel so bad knowing that you make me so happy
And I torture you so
We're in this together, even if you hate it
And I'll leave you by saying
Even your blisters are perfect
